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Sweet Baby Girl
A year ago tonight, I woke up, my body cramping in pain.
A year ago tonight, I timed the contractions and waited to wake Chad. We drove, bleary-eyed and exhausted to the hospital and then...
A year ago tomorrow, I lay in a delivery room, screaming in pain. My stomach tightening and squeezing while a strong little girl fought her way into the ( Read more... ) -
Going Postal
I took the kids to the post office today to mail 1) a much-belated set of birthday gifts and b) Sandy's new earrings.
I don't know if it was because it was almost 100 outside. I don't know if it was because the kids woke up fresh from naps while Mommy was worn out from spending like amount of time cleaning. I don't know if it was because the post ( Read more... ) -
Getting difficult...
I'm so sorry that I've been so awful at posting. Not that I think that you all sit with bated breath, waiting for me to post. As simple as a little cut and paste can be, I just don't seem to be able to get the time to do it ( Read more... ) -
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Oh jeez...this is getting ridiculous. Look, kids. I DO want to cross post, but I just realized that means I have 30 THIRTY more posts to post. Your friends' page will be filled. You'll form a mob and come after me.
Tell you what...
Go to my other blog: http://inmandyland.blogspot.com and catch up if you're interested. There's all sorts of yummy ( Read more... ) -
Worse than a Man Cold
What's worse than a Man Cold?
An honest-to-God, diagnosed-by-an-actual-doctor illness.
Chad's a pretty awesome guy. But, when he's sick...
I spent this week trying to dig deep for patience, trying to find a well of sympathy, trying to be a "good wife". I doubt I succeeded. At best, I was "mediocre wife".
Day 1: Chad tells me his throat is starting ( Read more... ) -
Big Bro
Originally from June 10:
Early this morning, as I lay on the bed nursing Elizabeth, Joseph crawled in beside us. "I'm not tired any more," said my sleepy little boy, "I just want to snuggle with the girls." He wrapped his arms around his little sister and snuggled close. Elizabeth, being Elizabeth and a social creature, immediately stopped ( Read more... ) -
Taking the Step out of Father
My dad is, technically speaking, my stepfather. I just didn't realize it until I was in my 20's. Now don't get me wrong. I always knew he wasn't my biological father. My mom didn't meet him until I was almost four. But he was always just "dad".
Well, not always...
My parents tell the story of how Mandy met Ray. Mandy was a very head strong, ( Read more... )
